And welcome back into my life, Paul Manfre. I remember now why I hate your guts! Ok, in all seriousness, I love Paul like a brother, and his wife Milissa like a sister, so I do have free reign to curse him. I have trained with them both for over ten years although absent the past few-as you may have gathered.
So Paul informs me last week that he has added online training to his services. Yay! I thought...until I did it last night. THAT IS WHEN I remembered hating him on occasion. The memories rushed back, flooded my head as if the Hoover Dam had broken. My point was proven again last night as he virtually kicked my butt. Who could have thought I could have gotten this sore online?!? But I did. Thank you Paul. Great workout! It SUCKED, but I can tell it did its job. LOL.
And Paul has shown up just in time because my husband informed me yesterday that, "it's time. I have given you a week head start so now I am going to get serious." REALLY? Yes, I will let you know when he actually starts working out. The worst part about this all is that the bleep, bleep, bleep has lost more weight than me. He has done NOTHING. I know all of you women out there feel my pain! Well, I am not letting that get me down. At this point, I want to get in shape, lose weight and feel confident in my clothes, not to mention my swim suit! So he can sit ...and play with the remote...and lose his little pounds by doing nothing; I will continue to work hard, sweat buckets, suffer in soreness, watch what I eat and lose my own weight. Uugghh!
The good news: I slept really really good. ;-)
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